Selected quad for the lemma: lord_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
lord_n	day_n	great_a	king_n	22,528	5	3.6077	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A12968	The godly end, and wofull lamentation of one Iohn Stevens a youth that was hang'd, drawne, and quartered for high-treason, at Salisbury in Wilshire, vpon Thursday being the seuenth day of March last 1632. VVith the setting vp of his quarters on the city gates. To the tune of Fortune my foe, &c.		1633 (1633)	STC 23260; ESTC S103205	1,675	2

The godly end and wofull lamentation of one Iohn Stevens a youth that was hang'd drawne and quartered for High-Treason at Salisbury in Wiltshire vpon Thursday being the seuenth day of March last 1632. vvith the setting vp of his quarters on the City gates To the tune of Fortune my foe c. NOw like the Swan before my death I sing And like the Rauen heany newes I bring Oh dismall rate and cruell destiny Which brought me here in this same sort to die Did euer any heare of oue so young That was so bad and had so vile a tongue Which was the cause that brought me to that fail For which to God I now for mercy call In famous Wiltshire was I borne and bred And by my carefull Parents nourished Ah woe is me Iohn Steuens is my name That to my friende and kindred am a shame Oh let me be example vnto all That they may neuer in such mischiefe fall Children and Prentices eld and young Serue God in heart and gouerne wel your tongue It was the D●uill that wrought my ouerthrow It was the Deuill that brought me to this woe And 〈…〉 e I di● not ●e●es my God aright Satan with shame doth thus my deeds requite In femous Salisbury that City faire My Parents bound me Prenti●● with great care But carelesse I my life did lew 〈…〉 spend Which brings me to a shamesull 〈…〉 eles end To God aboue I doe for mercy crie T is for High-treason that I here must die Drawne hang'd quarterd this is now my doome My body must haue neither graue nor tombe And for my fact that was so visd and base I apprehended was in that same place And strait to London then I vp was brought Is be examin'd where I soone was caught To the King-bench then was I straite way led Where I a yeere almost continned And then from thence I was againe sent downe To be art aign'd next Sises at cur Towne There by iust Iustice I my Tryall had Which soone condemn'd me for my fact so had My Iudgement was I should from thence besent To Prison backe a while for to repeut The second part To the same tune ANd then I should be on a Hurdle laid And to my Execution place conuaid Where in a Rope I there should strangled be In shamefull manner for each one to see My Members and my Bowels forth be cut And in a flaming fire they should be put There to consume and vnto ashes turne As wicked members there they then must burne My Body must in quarters eke be cut And on the City gates they should be put To be a sight for others to take heed Where rauenous Fowles vpon my flesh will féed And now I doe beséech you Parents all That here are come to sée my timeles fall In vertues paths doe you your children traine That they may heauen and heauenly thoughts retaine Oh doe not suffer them to curse and sweate But traine them vp the God of heauen to feate Teach them obedience to their Soueraigne King And their Superiors whence doth vertue spring And Children all doe you example take Oh let me be a warning for your sake Spend not your liues so vaineas I haue done Whose glasse is broke before my sand is run Unto your Parents reuerent honor giue The Lord commands it then you long shall line Your dayes he sayes shall be long in the land This is your duty as he doth command Honor the King for so the Lord doth say And see the Magistrate you doe obey Unto your Equals louing be and king To your inferiours beare an humble mind But now O Lord for mercy I intreat Thou canst forgiue although my sinnes are great Lord make me cleane make me cleare as glasse And then the Snow I shall in whitenes passe Great God vpon me powre the Spirit of grace And then in Heauen I hope I shall finde place Christ my Redeemer he hath ●●●e for mée My soule I hope with him in heauen shall be Lord blesse the King and send him long to raigne Preserue the Quéene their Issue their Traine And God forgiue me and my Prince I pray Whose Lawes and Statutes I did disobey Lord let thy Gospell florish in this Land Grant that the truth may florish still and stand Preserue the Cleargy Nobles and the State And kéepe the Commons from all strise and hate Uaine world fatewell I am prepar'd to die My Soule I hope shall straight ascend sheskie I come Lord Iesus now I come to thee To thée one God yet holy Trinitie FINIS Printed at London for H. Gosson